I try to be rational and suppress the hope that this is for real, but hope has a way of closing its eyes to reason and it just keeps growing.

I belong to you. There is no one else. All I want is to be where you are.

He took one of my hands in his, and I brought the other to his face, wondering how his eyes could look like chipped ice and still warm me to my core.

I don't know why it's so hard for me to say those three words. Most guys throw it around like breath, like bait.

Bonus: I now knew what Erin meant by lickable abs.

Not stupid. Overly trusting, maybe, but that reflects on his lack of trustworthiness, not on your intelligence.

sometimes, how a situation is perceived carries more weight than the reality of the matter.